And now, all in my own countree,
I stood on the firm land!
The Hermit stepped forth from the boat,
And scarcely he could stand.

'O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!'
The Hermit crossed his brow.
'Say quick, ' quoth he, 'I bid thee say‐‐
What manner of man art thou? '

Forthwith this frame of mine was wrenched
With a woful agony,
Which forced me to begin my tale;
And then it left me free.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

The Gambler, Kenny Rogers

Take This job And Shove It, Johnny Paycheck

Good Riddance (Time of Your Life), Green Day

Don't Worry Be Happy, Bobby McFerrin